The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.
In time of test, family is best.
Family is just accident.... They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even mean to be your family, they just are.
The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works is the family.
The informality of family life is a blessed condition that allows us to become our best while looking our worst.
Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.
I don't have to look up my family tree, because I know that I'm the sap.
We have been told, O Krishna, that people whose family traditions are destroyed necessarily dwell in hell for a long time.
Perhaps the greatest social service that can be rendered by anybody to this country and to mankind is to bring up a family.
Broken relationships are a source of heavy heartbreak that seem to affect every family.
A racially integrated community is a chronological term timed from the entrance of the first black family to the exit of the last white family.
And it is time for those who talk about family values to start valuing families.
While I am proud of a number of accomplishments, there are real costs to being unreasonable. Long hours. Too little time with family. A near incapacity for, as they say, stopping and smelling the roses
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail Or sigh with pity at
some mournful tale.
My life is -- as if each person I know was born with a beautiful book with golden edges on each page -- and each of us can read the language of our own book -- containing our own unique values, ideas, insights and direction, yet we cannot read the language of anyone else's book, and they cannot read our book. And, then, you and I started talking and I discovered that while the words in your book are different from mine, the language of your book is exactly the same as mine -- and words flow and flow between us without effort. Then, I looked closer in my book and I saw beautiful, happy pictures of you and your family...and I smiled
My family and friends and Rene and the pregnancy fulfilled me with so much love
Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends and society are the natural enemies of a writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.
The great universal family of men is a utopia worthy of the most mediocre logic.
There is no such thing as fun for the whole family.
Are you willing to spend time studying the issues, making yourself aware, and then conveying that information to family and friends? Will you resist the temptation to get a government handout for your community?
Crime, family dissolution, welfare, and low levels of social organization are fundamentally a consequence of the disappearance of work.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-- over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Wine to me is passion. It is family and friends. It is warmth of heart and generosity of spirit. Wine is art. It is culture. It is the essence of civilization and the art of living.
I went to professional men's soccer games, the old North American soccer league at that time, and I used to be a ticket holder with my family and family friends. We would go every weekend and I thought it was great, but I just thought of it as recreation, as family fun.